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The Cretaceous Chronicles
By André Nemésio
A few years ago, I found myself in the outback of Goiás, Brazil. My days were mostly spent riding on lonely highways in the backseat of a large passenger van. Occasionally the van would stop, our small team would disembark, and we would each grab a hammer and a pair of shin guards. The hammer, to smash rocks. The shin guards, to keep our legs safe from the snakes hiding in the grass.
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